Equipment Printing School Mage

Then, a hint of... shame appeared on his face.

Revealing the secret of the Moon Blade seemed to put him under much more pressure than he had expected.

He hesitantly spoke, "There's one thing I've been too embarrassed to tell anyone for years... It's that I didn't intentionally restrict the use of the Moon Blade to the Moon Elves. That happened during the early days of Arvandor, when we seized the Crescent Grove from the giants. As a commemoration, I took a stone from the spire of this tower we're standing in and transformed it into a sharp blade. After carving it, I gave it to Sehanine, who in turn gave it to her most capable bishop. This is the origin of the Moon Blade."

In other words, strictly speaking, there is nothing special about the material of the Moon Blade. The key is the magic to strengthen it, which Emiya should be able to learn.

"However, I still don't understand why the Moon Blade can't be given to other elves."

Corellon's pupils trembled, as if he thought he had made himself clear enough. He took a deep breath and said, "—Have you ever raised twins?"

"Your Majesty, I'm not married yet! I don't have any children! I naturally don't understand raising a child."

The God-King glanced imperceptibly at Elastrid and Fenwe and replied, "It's simple. Since they want something equivalent to the Moon Blade, then what I offer shouldn't differ in specifications. But the problem is, I only have one tower in the Crescent Moon Sacred Forest, and it's the only tower that has been imbued with divine power for countless years."

"For example, if I wanted to give a Sun Blade as a gift, then its materials should be taken from the top of a tall tower made of sunstone, transformed, and given as a souvenir... Otherwise, it wouldn't be considered equal. Even if it was given, it would only add fuel to the fire—

"To do this, Angris and I will have to move to a new tower and live there for tens of thousands of years, so that the sunstone that makes up this tower can also have sufficient status. And this is not the end. I have already sent specialized weapons to the high elves, so it is natural that other elves should also have them. I can't be so partial to the high elves. Finally, if I want to give Moon Blades to other races, I have to build seven or eight residences for them, and live in different palaces every day... It's simply outrageous! So I am holding on to this. This is just ordinary inequality!

"I haven't figured out which gems correspond to wild elves or sea elves yet! Coral?!"

"Oh, don't tell anyone about this."

The corner of Emiya's eye twitched.

He shouldn't have any expectations of the seriousness of the Seldarine pantheon!

The origin of the Moon Blade is of course extremely epic, but the problem is that the reason why the Moon Elves have enjoyed the Moon Blade alone for countless years is a bit far-fetched!

Emiya couldn't help but say, "...So, if I don't care about the symbolism behind it, are there any additional difficulties?"

"Unfortunately, there are some, even more," Corellon said. "As I've said, the raw material for the Moon Blade is Avandor's moonstone, imbued with divine power and the dawn. If you want to use other materials as a substitute, then you'll have to use at least some other inorganic material with extremely high magical properties. This is very troublesome. As far as I know, there are actually no such materials in Faerun that contain such a large amount of magic."

"Can't we inject magic manually?"

"It takes an average enchanter months to create a magical item. They'd have to infuse other materials with magic day and night for at least decades to achieve the same effect." Corellon finally relaxed a bit, swirling the moon blade in front of him. "In short—no. You must find materials that already possess a great deal of magical power."

At this point, Corellon's eyes lit up slightly. "Ah, but there are exceptions in Faerûn. You can travel to Faerûn's Underdark and search for the leyline energy nodes there. The rocks there have also been washed by leyline energy for countless years and should be able to serve as materials. However, leyline energy is violent and disordered, so crafting it would be very troublesome."

God damn Underdark!

The Underdark of this era is relatively safe. Ten thousand years from now, the Underdark will be a place where the drow run rampant. Although Emiya and his group are already very powerful, the drow's top power still has the potential to strangle them!

Moreover, Emilia had to pray that the Banrui family would not hold a grudge for more than ten thousand years - it was Emilia who caused the Banrui family to suffer heavy losses in the early stages of the war, and they were almost unable to recover for thousands of years.

At this moment, Fenwei thought of something: "Your Majesty, does it have to be magic or divine power? Can elemental crystals have the same effect?"

"Elemental crystals?" Corellon blinked. "The essence and residue of ordinary elemental creatures after death cannot be considered crystals."

Emiya took a deep breath.

——Now it seems that elemental amber may be more useful than he thought.

The consumption may be much greater than you think!

Take a day off

I took two days off to prepare for the exam, and then on the day of the exam, the professor in charge of the exam fell ill... The exam was postponed to tomorrow.

After this exam, I will have completely free time in months, so I will definitely make up for the update later.

Also, because the exam is very early tomorrow, there will be an update tomorrow, but not today.

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Blade of Sixty Moons (Part 2)

The real key to technology lies in the details that are mentioned casually.

And Emya also realized that Corellon Larethian was indeed an unparalleled craftsman among the gods.

How could the technique that a certain God King mentioned so briefly, the magic that transforms the moonstone into the base of the Moon Blade, be so difficult!!!

For Corellon, the biggest headache in developing the Moon Blade was how to maintain a balanced balance and prevent his descendants from causing trouble...

For Emiya, the mere knowledge of the technology to create the Moon Blade was enough to make him break out in sweat.

Strictly speaking, the elves' arcane magic should be regular.

It is said that the arcane arts of later generations of humans can be traced back to the elves. When Miss Metatron taught, she was extremely detailed, so Emilia was originally quite confident in her arcane arts.

But His Majesty Corellon's explanation was still too abstract.

He always likes to explain simple things in a simple way, and gloss over the most critical and difficult to understand parts!

This misalignment of knowledge made Lunya's Emilia feel so uncomfortable that she almost vomited blood, but she didn't dare to ask too deeply. However, she couldn't help feeling worried - what if this was really very critical?

"I understand your confusion. The problem is that my knowledge consists of two sets of techniques," Corellon replied. "One I use myself, and one I teach to my successors. The problem is that the creation of the Moon Blade belongs entirely to the former. The elven priests theoretically possess the technology to create the Moon Blade, but in practice the rituals they perform are more like requests, and I am responsible for the details.

"Now, if I want to truly teach you this process, then I have to teach you how I truly view magic and the world. Unfortunately, the spirits of elves occupy a significant position in the spellcasting system I provide to mortals. So I can't do anything in the short term."

"Is there no other way to assist?" Emiya tried to make a final effort, "Such as a live manufacturing demonstration?"

"...When I create things, I'm very casual." Corellon turned his face to the side. "It's normal to take more than ten years to make a Moon Blade."

It's not that a Moon Blade really takes so long, but Mr. Corellon is extremely casual in his work, which makes his progress frighteningly slow every day.

Elves' physical maturity isn't that slow, but they don't officially reach adulthood until they're a hundred years old... This severe procrastination is clearly inherited from their common God-King!

What’s even more infuriating is that the Eye of Mimir happened to be paralyzed at this moment.

Back then, even when the gods were communicating, it wasn't easy for them to share their hidden skills with others. When Emiya finally got Corellon's skills, she found herself in a dilemma: Corellon was a natural-born god-king, and there were too many physiological differences between him and a mortal.

There is also an unbridgeable gap between his common sense and that of ordinary people.

Today's teaching has almost stagnated.

It was rare for Corellon to devote himself wholeheartedly to teaching for several consecutive days, but Emilia was still at the theoretical stage with only a vague understanding, and was still a long way from fully starting work.

Corellon's patience was finally exhausted, so Emiya was kicked out - under the pretext of the end of today's teaching.

As for Fenwë and Elastrid, the two young ladies who knew nothing about craftsmanship or even arcane magic, surrendered on the first day and returned to their rooms early.

Almost all the Seldarine gods were driven out by Corellon, and at this moment Avandor was surprisingly quiet.

And Emilia was unusually anxious.

The highest level secrets of the entire Seldarine had been given to him by Corellon - and yet he couldn't learn it?

Even he couldn't accept this ending.

However, as he got further away from Corellon's residence and closer to the hall, the sighs became more and more synchronized.

Emilia was a little dumbfounded.

In the hall, the God of Maze, who had met them once before, was sighing in a very ungraceful manner.

Emilia guessed that he probably had the same expression at the moment.

At this moment, he could only ask, "Mr. Mithrein Serret...? Were you also kicked out by your own teacher?"

If he remembered correctly, at the same time that Emya was learning the Moon Blade, Mythrien Serret was learning from Mythriel, trying to perfect the mythal.

Looking at this performance, could it be that...

Without even looking up, Mythreon Serret complained to himself in Elvish, "There's no way we can communicate... Lord Corellon forbids me from revealing high magic, but that damn mythal is a subtype of high magic. How am I supposed to communicate with her without using that system?!"

We are both people who have been cast away to this world, so why should we have known each other before we met? That’s probably all.

Emiya sat down across from the god in silence: "Where is your learning progress?"

"Ascension itself." Without even looking up, or caring who sat across from him, Mythreon Serret muttered almost to himself, "Higher magic is relatively independent of each other. A mythal can grant power to its user, but it cannot replace the spellcasting of a high-level mage. So using a mythal to detect and block the effects of higher magic is one thing, but directly blocking the higher magic itself is another."

"High-level magic like Ascension, which spans immense distances and directly affects a single individual, is the natural enemy of the Mystique. I must understand how Ascension affects its victims—but all enemies hit by Ascension have been reduced to ashes. Where can I find Ascension's victims?!

"Miss Mistrel's magic network did monitor the operation of Ascension, but I can't understand the records she gave me! I don't know anything about the magic network!"

Emiya's eyebrows raised slightly. "...Sir Mythreon Serret, I'd like to ask, how proficient are you in the elves' arcane system?"

"I believe I'm the best under my lord," Mythreon Serret replied casually, "because I'm the only one struggling to figure out how to make those idiots who struggle to fire a flaming arrow cast spells through the mythal."

"-Oh!" Emilia's eyes lit up, "Then I have a small suggestion."

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In Asgard, the God of Justice, who had been drunk for several days, woke up in a daze.

A powerful god like him would not fall into Freya's trap. But Tyr was still relatively special among the gods - the others were satisfied with just a visual feast.

And he was the unlucky guy who was tortured by Thor for two days and two nights, and finally watched the army he commanded slowly melt in the bloody meat grinder.

And this was just the beginning of the suffering—Tyr had commanded Heroic Spirits who were generally disorganized and undisciplined. Now, that group of battle maniacs was about to be collectively upgraded and act as the Wild Hunt for a period of time.

The reason it was only for a short period of time was because Tyr was convinced that those fools would eventually be punished back to the ranks of Heroic Spirits due to repeated failures in battle. However, those few elite Heroic Spirits were qualified to become Wild Hunt... The problem was that they were all elites who could have been promoted to Wild Hunt long ago, but they became Heroic Spirits because they just wanted to stay in Asgard and fight for fun.

Those who have the will to fight lack the combat qualities, and those who have the combat qualities lack the will to fight.

And Tyr will be forced to reorganize and command this group of guerrillas to complete his past work in the next period of time.

Everyone knew that they would not be able to qualify, and the overly bloated team would inevitably be rapidly reduced in number in the near future - and the poor God of Justice would have to rack his brains for the next period of time to try to save the Wild Hunt's mission completion rate that was about to plummet to zero.

Even the God of Justice felt his heart ache when he thought of the dark future.

Better drink. Those heroic spirits would only get drunker than him anyway.

However, the nightmare will eventually end one day.

When Tyr finally woke up from his hangover, he was back at the Golden Palace, sitting at the long table, while Odin sat high on his throne, staring at Tyr with his one eye.

Tyr quickly sorted out the reality, and then used divine power to restore himself to his original state.

"...I lost my composure."

Odin waved his hand and said, "I understand your feelings, but it's a bit too much."

"...I just can't figure it out," Tyr sighed. "How can I make the Wild Hunt maintain its former fighting power?"

"Is this difficult?" Odin asked.

"Isn't this difficult?" Although Tyr was technically Odin's subordinate, his relationship with Odin wasn't strictly superior-subordinate. Rather, it was subtly similar to the relationship between successive leaders of a mercenary group. "These new Wild Hunts are all former Heroic Spirits. How can they carry out the missions of the Wild Hunts of old? Five hundred Heroic Spirits definitely can't accomplish what five hundred Wild Hunts could."

Not to mention, the new Wild Hunt doesn’t even have all the equipment!

The total number of troops suddenly expanded dozens of times. How could Asgard have so many Wild Hunt equipment!

At least 70% of the Heroic Spirits had to wear their old equipment.

Again, thinking about the dark future, Tyr felt heartache.

"Tyr, you are still too rigid."

Odin dragged Tyr in front of him, of course not to tease him.

The God King is here to provide a solution.

"First, the losers of the Ascension War were demoted to Heroic Spirits, that's true." Gungnir's spear tip gleamed slightly. "However, the regular process of promoting Wild Hunt hasn't been suspended."

"...Uh." A drop of cold sweat ran down Tyr's forehead. "Could it be..."

Immediately promote back those tens of thousands of Wild Hunters who had just been exiled?

Although this does not violate the regulations, isn’t it too shameless?

"I'm only offering advice. Whether you listen or not is up to you." Odin shook his head. "As for equipment, that's not a problem either. The equipment of the Heroic Spirits from the Ascension War was left behind by Master Emya, but it's indeed vastly different from the Wild Hunt's past. If you don't want to change the Wild Hunt's image, then the person who caused it must be the one to untie it."

"...?!" Tyr thought for a moment and couldn't help but reveal a look of shock. "That's a million sets of armor. If it weren't for the upgrade battle, I'm afraid Lord Emiya wouldn't easily make such a sacrifice."

"We are gods, so we naturally have our own ways." Odin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Tyr, have you ever wondered where a mortal like Emya would be born?

"Have you ever thought about visiting the continent of Faerun?

"It's indeed difficult for a god far away in Asgard to get Emya to make concessions and contribute, but it's different for gods in Faerun."

Blade of Sixty-One Moons (Part 3) Secrets of the Elves

"Seldarine moved?!"

When Tyr came to visit Avandor and saw the empty kingdom of God, countless confusions surged in his heart.

Arvandor is one of the most prosperous pantheons in the multiverse, with countless gods residing in every corner of the kingdom. Normally, he would be discovered by countless divine powers as soon as he arrived in Arvandor.

According to etiquette, he should have delivered the letter first, but according to the Valkyrie, there was no one in Arvandor now. She circled Arvandor many times and didn't even see the Seraphim to question him. And the petitioners in Arvandor knew nothing about what happened to the gods.